Piotr just grins, pulling her closer, and leans in to kiss her.

It's been a long three days. For a lot of reasons.

Kate's always been a good kisser, and her mouth on his tastes as if she's just been drinking milk with cinnamon, sweet and strangely comforting. And he knows--

something infinitesimal and undetectable changes, and he has no way to know but he knows--

Piotr breaks the kiss with a gasp, staring at Kate as she's staring at him. "Katya, what--?"